“Wow,” she said.
“You know, babe, you’re doing wonders for my ego. All you say when I’m inside you is wow.”
She chuckled. “I can’t complain.”
Pulling out of her tight heat, he grabbed her hips, and pretty much led her toward his shower.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He pushed them both into the shower, closed the door, and turned the water on. Brant laughed as Elisha screamed his name, slapping his arm as the water washed over them. It was freezing cold. He removed the condom, tied the end, and opened the shower long enough to throw it in the trash.
“I should kill you.” Elisha was huddled in the corner, arms folded, trying to stay warm. He just couldn’t resist teasing her.
“Come and kill me with those claws.” He held his arms open and turned in the shower.
Brant stepped up close to her, placing her hands around his neck, and closing the distance, kissing her lips.
At first, she didn’t melt against him. He licked along her bottom lip before plunging inside, and deepening the kiss. Seconds passed, and finally her hands sank into his hair, and she was pressing herself against him.
“Fuck, baby, you make me hard all the time,” he said.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me when I’m with you. You make me want to do crazy things.” She breathed out a sigh, running her hands down his chest, to cup his cock.
Not being outdone, he sank down to his knees before her with the shower rushing around them. Lifting her leg over his shoulder, he slid his tongue against her clit, sucking on the bud. He glided down, fucking inside her, over and over again. Her cum was so tasty, and he wanted more. He was a greedy bastard.
“So good,” she said.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” He pressed his tongue against her clit, and at the same time, he wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking himself. Brant had already come once tonight, but he wanted her again. He was starting to believe that it didn’t matter how many times he fucked her, he was never going to work her out of his system.
Elisha had gotten under his skin, and there was no coming back from it.
Chapter Nine
The sun streaming through the window woke Elisha up. She blinked a few times, and yawned. Her body ached in all the right places, which she wasn’t surprised about after last night with Brant. It had been late by the time they had finished with each other. He’d wrapped his arm around her waist, and snuggled up against her, telling her she didn’t need to leave.
Glancing at the clock she saw it was a little after seven, and her first job wasn’t until ten so she had time to waste. Brant still had an arm around her waist, and she couldn’t resist looking at him. In sleep he looked so peaceful, yet she knew the devil that he could be on the inside.
Last night had been all kinds of dirty, and she’d loved it. Wriggling out from underneath him, she stood at the base of the bed, and couldn’t help but smile. She was going to cook him breakfast. Pulling his shirt on, she made her way downstairs after she took a trip to the bathroom to use the toilet, and to wash her hands afterward. In the trash bin she saw five used condoms, and she blushed. Even after everything they’d done, she was still blushing. She didn’t know if she should be embarrassed by that fact or not.
Making her way into the kitchen, she took in the rather clean space, and she was surprised that she didn’t want to quickly clean up. Stretching her arms above her head, she released a groan, and got started on hunting through his kitchen. Her kitchen was full of everything as she loved cooking.
When she was growing up, she cooked one meal a week with her mother’s supervision. It was one of the reasons why she wanted a family of her own with kids. Elisha’s ideal was standing at the stove, baking up a storm, and cooking soups when her family was ill, nursing them with food.
Instead, she cooked for herself, which was hard to do as a lot of ingredients were always packaged for either two or more. She was single, so when she got home, she’d have to split all the packets down and freeze them. Packets of four chicken breasts would go into four different packets. It was pitiful that she was now thinking about what she wanted in her life, and it wasn’t something she was ever going to get.
Beth was living the dream really, while Elisha was existing and cleaning.
Opening one cupboard, she saw some instant pancake mix, and she went through each cupboard, finding most of the things already pre-blended or packaged.
Grabbing some bacon, eggs, and tomatoes out of the fridge, she looked at her supplies, and started cooking. First, she made the pancake batter, adding a little more sugar, and if she was at home, she’d add just a touch of strawberry extract as she loved fruit for breakfast. There was no fruit in sight. Pancakes seemed the right thing to cook. With the pancakes resting, she started putting the bacon on a tray ready to go in the oven.